Oof, I'm pooped!
It was a hard day for both D. and me. I wasn't on top of things yesterday and didn't realize that she was about to run out of her pain meds. I called in first thing this morning, but I had to go pick up the prescription from the surgeon's office (because it's a controlled substance), which I did during my free period. I dropped it off at the drugstore near our home and then sped back to class, screeching in one minute after the bell rang.
But then after school when I went to pick it up, knowing that D. had been in increasing pain all afternoon, they didn't have it! They said they'd realized after I left that they were out of that med, but they'd called a second drugstore nearby that had it. So I toddled over to the second ... only to learn that their safe, in which they keep their controlled drugs, had just been inadvertently locked and they couldn't get it open. That's when I literally put my head on the counter and burst into tears, because I knew D. was at home in terrible pain. So the poor frazzled pharmacist called a third drugstore to make sure they had it, and I went over there and filled it with no problem. An hour later, after pain meds and dinner and ice, D. was doing much better, but I was mentally worn out.
Which is to say that I still haven't finished grading the essay revisions that I should have finished last week, or at the latest by this morning. I have five left and will just have to do them in the morning, because I have no brain left.
Plus, I ate 7 Mint Milanos during my drugstore adventures, because I was just that wired and worn.
But the good news is that I'm almost done with classes, so I just have to hang on by my fingernails a little longer.